During the three years of junior high school, Wang Mengchen and I got very close. She was tough-talking, but I never said it out loud when I had something on my mind. When high school started, the school required girls to cut their hair short, so I did too. After we were divided into subjects, we were admitted to the same building and on the same floor by accident. Until the end of the self-study on that winter night, at the stairs of the teaching building, two people who had not spoken to each other for a year recognized each other in the light. She almost didn't recognize me, and I almost didn't recognize her.
A youth story about "unspoken words" and "getting closer again".
Intention: Youthful Regret